Thursday, July 2, 2009

Getting ready to go out....


























Enough doom & gloom I say
For tonight I shall go out!



Thursday, June 25, 2009

Home


























When does a house become a home?  
I want to love you
I want to leave you
Do I need you?



Thursday, June 18, 2009

Mary Sad


























Mary Lou lay dazed and confused. 
A lot had changed in 40yrs.



Thursday, June 11, 2009

Chair


























The living room remained the same. 
He just walked out and shut the door.



Thursday, June 4, 2009

Chilly Morn


























Espresso & a bite of Biscotti...... then off to inhale 
the chilly morning.



Thursday, May 28, 2009

Indian Shoes


























Little stitches on turned up toes.



Thursday, May 21, 2009

Flower Puff


























So fluffy and poofed. 
You would make a wonderful Powder Puff.



Thursday, May 14, 2009

Mary-Lou



























Mary-Lou inched into the Spotlight. 
She was making a comeback....




Thursday, May 7, 2009

My Room



























I thought I'd change the wallpaper thats been there 
for 50 years. I think I'll just leave it.




Thursday, April 30, 2009

Rustic OJ



























Today I sat under the Orange Bougainvillea and drank Orange juice. It was all very rustic. I like it that way.




Thursday, April 23, 2009

Flower-Power



























Spring is here, though the clouds came rolling in today.
I do hope the Power lines leave the planet before the flowers. Maybe then little bird you will go back to sitting in the tree.





Thursday, April 16, 2009

Little Pig



























I found you fallen to the side. You came home with me.
I didn't know you would bring your friends.






Thursday, April 9, 2009

You



       





                    















You used to live here. We played in the sun that day. 
You left. I don't know where you live now.





Thursday, April 2, 2009

Glory






  















     




The Morning Glory is seducing my garden chairs.
It's not so glorious.